Her worries in regards to the pups' safety was soothed by his explanation, but she could only scowl at his excuse for his own safety. The man never once seemed concerned for himself. He worked himself to exhaustion, rarely bathed, and, judging from his unusual schedule, likely had troubles keeping to a regular meal schedule. The healer within her was ready to continue scolding him, but she was far more self-conscious than usual; she didn't want to upset him, annoy him, or do anything that would cause him to grumble at her.

"You might be a first, then," she answered, eyeing him from across the table. "Of all the times I've come in contact with your brothers, none of them looked like they hadn't showered for two weeks. Cleanliness is they key to a long life, and I would miss your company." And a long life was what she wanted for him; a time would come where she was no longer needed in the MacFusty household, but she never wanted to receive a letter from Immie or Tilda informing her of Jamie's death.

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